I'm small. Fragile. Fragile like snow. My skin is cold. Cold like snow. Snow falls apart easily. So do I. People use me. But I help them. As you can see, this doesn't make sense. My name is Lizzy and I'm fragile. I say this but they don't listen. I say this but I'm not sane.
"Hi I'm Lizzy" is what I say to each new person I see. Putting a needed smile on my face. "Nice to meet you, I'm fine and happy" is what I say to each person I see. "I've had a wonderful day thank you" is what I say to each person I see. I act positively towards each person I see.
"ew" is what they say each person I see. "she's pathetic and weak" is what they say each person I see. "Just by seeing her has ruined my day" is what they say each person I see. They act negative towards me each person I see.
So many of us are gone-so many. We give they take. We give they take. We give and they take. Right until none of our insanity is left. "Run, run far away from this evil world" is what I would say to myself each night. "They want me gone so why not give them happiness by doing so" is what I would say to myself each night. Each night, my wrists would bleed.
Only little of mine sanity was left. So little sanity. Until I met a friend. A friend who cared. A friend who loved being my friend. "I'm here for you" is what they would say to me. "Please don't die it'll make me sad" is what they would say to me. "I'm so glad you're alive" is what they would say to me. "The best thing was meeting you" is what they would say to me.
I felt happy. Happier than ever. For the whole day. I smiled. Without faking. I skipped around. Like I didn't care. People looked at me with disgust. But I didn't care. I was happy. I didn't want to die anymore. I found someone I could communicate with.
Some of us only need one person to be saved.
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Feeling Flowers
PuisiThis book has many poems that I have made. It contains both beautiful, sad, happy, and dark thoughts or feelings one would have. One would feel.